Here she sits a worn out kettle
blackened soot and darkened metal
is it such a mystery how such a thing could come to be?
Once she sat upon the shelf
ready to assert herself
enchanted by misleading hope
drawn into her searing home
Chorus
She was burned, she was burned, yeah she was burned
dark as the night, how dark she turned
Will we learn, will we learn, will we ever learn
to take the kettle off
cuz metal often times will burn
She was built to take the heat
upon the flame she took her seat
she fought the fire with hardened skin
just toss her aside and start all over again
END
SEE the pain you bring in your
O-VER acheiving ways
ARE you awere of the sting
ARE you qick to cast away
I think that you forgot that it's
E-ASY to be the pot